After being reincarnated, he joined a top boy band and then lost it

Song Shengshi was born that day.

The baby was born three months prematurely without any medical equipment, and he looked very small during the B-ultrasound a week ago.

When he was born, he weighed almost 7 kilograms and was a very healthy baby.

Mother Song held the baby in her arms, looking at the baby with fair and tender skin. The baby didn't cry or make a fuss, but when she teased him, his little black eyes rolled around and he giggled.

The baby is very cute, but Song Ma couldn't help but keep thinking about what happened yesterday.

She had seen this aunt when she was young. She could call her aunt affectionately at that time. She had eaten the steamed dishes made by her and watched her fiddling with various books, medicinal herbs, and stones in the room.

Every time Song Ma asked her what she was doing, she always smiled gently and said that she was learning the language of God.

Every time, Song Ma felt that her aunt was fooling her.

The aunt in her memory was not the same as she was yesterday. Although she was considered younger than her peers, she also had gray hair mixed with silver threads.

And the moment she saw her aunt-in-law who had long black hair and wore a mask and looked like a young girl yesterday, many words flashed through her mind.

Witches, messengers, psychics...

She is no longer her aunt.

However, the last name she called, "Xiaohua", was her childhood nickname.

"Xiaohua, do you want to eat some tender walnuts? You little greedy cat..."

"Xiaohua, do you understand? That's Sanskrit..."

"Xiaohua, your dad spanked you again yesterday. Who told you to be so naughty? Hahaha..."

"Xiaohua, I think I found it. I heard the voice of God yesterday..."

"Little flower..."

At this time, my uncle came to the house with some nutritional supplements in his hands.

"Hua Niu, how do you feel?"

"I'm so old and you still call me like that," Song Ma snorted and showed the baby in her arms to her uncle.

The uncle held the baby in his arms and rocked him gently, his eyes full of doting and tenderness.

Song Ma suddenly realized that her father's family had three sons and one little daughter, and it seemed that only her uncle's family had no children.

Such a gentle man must be a good father, Song Ma thought to herself.

The uncle did not let the child be separated from his mother for too long. After carefully looking at the child's appearance, he put the child back into Song Ma's arms.

Then he said seriously:

"Xiaohua, your aunt has something for me to entrust to you."

Thinking of what happened yesterday, Song Ma's expression became serious and she nodded to let her uncle speak.

"She said that the child's first fatal disaster has passed. She cannot predict the future disasters. It all depends on the child's own luck."

Song Ma nodded as if she understood, but her intuition made her not to ask any more questions.

After chatting for a while, the uncle prepared to leave.

Before stepping out of the room, he paused and said, "Xiaohua, you...your aunt's hair turned completely white last night."

“I’m sorry…” Song Ma didn’t react and apologized subconsciously.

"Don't feel sorry. She looks more like a living person now." After saying this, the uncle seemed to realize that some of his sighs were inappropriate. He smiled bitterly and left.

There was a rustling sound outside the window, it was the sound of drizzle hitting the leaves.

Floating clouds gather, and light thunder is heard, heralding the beginning of the Waking of Insects.

Back to the present, after Song's mother had finished teaching Song's father a lesson, she hesitated for a few times, and finally asked, "Shengshi, your aunt wants to see you."

"She wants you to go back to Xiaohe Village right away."

Xiaohe Village, the village where Song Ma grew up, has a sacred mountain nearby. Legend has it that during a severe drought, it suddenly rained on the top of the mountain. When the villagers went up the mountain, they found a piece of moist land covered with lotus flowers.

Dig up the soil and you will find the tender and crispy lotus root.

The villagers relied on the lotus roots to survive the famine, so they named the mountain Xiaohe Mountain, and the mountain god was called "He Shen".